This edition of Sunday Suppers comes a bit late, and it’s a bit different from the previous wine & amazzzzing food pairings I usually do. There’s still amazing food, but it’s more about the different lifestyle I’m experiencing here in London.

The grocery shopping scene has been more of a shock than I thought it would be. Gone are my behemoth grocery stores that I take the car to, pushing the cart back out and filling up the trunk with whatever my heart desired. In its place are small groceries, for the most part stocked with the bare bones basics, and I get to lug the groceries back to my flat, walking or catching the train if I’ve gone very far. I’m slowly understanding why the concept of online ordering and grocery delivery exists, but I haven’t quite given in and tried it yet. You see, grocery shopping is one of my favorite activities. Wandering about, figuring out what looks good, what’s freshest, what new products are in store – that’s my happy time.

However, grocery shopping woes aside, one of the bright sides of this city living is having a plethora of restaurants at my doorstep, including the public houses. And one thing these public houses have in common? The concept of a Sunday roast.

It’s kind of like going to grandma’s house, only with a good selection of beer. Sundays mean special menus, with roasts, generally a few varieties, served with potatoes, veggies, gravy, and pudding, of the Yorkshire variety. Our local pub has chicken, lamb, and beef roast, available starting at noon until it runs out, served with goose fat-roasted potatoes. Could I possibly drool more? Oh, and the gravy, and root vegetables, and yorkshire pudding (which I believe should have the gravy served in it, not around it, but that’s my humble opinion). I have only had the fortune of trying this Sunday supper once, but I fully plan on tasting quite a few more around the city before I leave.

The other plus – it’s a bar. Meaning you get the chance to watch whatever sport is on the TV, that large choice of beverage I mentioned earlier. Ales are divine, but a wine would be fine, too! And being Europe, there’s always a puppy or two that shows up in the pub. So it’s just like a slice of home!

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